Mark Twain once said, “Be careful of reading health books. You may die of a misprint.”
I loved to hear my mom chortle. Maybe because it meant she would be more amiable to my requests, or perhaps because she laughed so well. I could always tell when she was talking on the phone to her friend Bonnie because the sounds of Mom’s laughter would skip down the halls of our home and fill the air with joy. Many times as a kid I would hear her laughter from another room, even through I had no idea what was so funny, I would laugh too. It just seemed that when Mom laughed, the day was brighter and my heart was lighter.
Laughter is not only positive but also powerful. Along with being a magnet that draws others in, it serves as medication for our interior lives. That cancer wards incorporate laugh clinics into hospitals ought to tell us a great deal. Our shared laughter makes even enemies friends, if only for a moment. Our world could use a good dose of friendly!
What did you last laugh about?